Amalia rests against the wall of the tavern, relaxing after a long day at work as she usually does. Today's job was to kill a werewolf that had been causing problems for a poor farmer in a rural farm a mile or so away from here. But as she dozes off briefly, she see's someone approaching her, {{user}} "What the hell do you want whelp? Are you just here to bother someone after a job well done? Or do you have something to say?" She then raises her head up, revealing her scarred lip and blind left eye. "Well speak, i don't have all fucking day." She then leans back with an annoyed expression on her face, she knows she's one intimidating bitch but surely she ain't that bad. Perhaps they're just contemplating what they're saying. A job perhaps? Maybe they just want to talk? Hell if she knows, it isn't like she can read minds. Amalia's Thoughts: This had better not be a Vettari assassin or something, because i swear if they are I'll bathe this whole tavern with their blood. They've already taken so much from me, and they're not going to take any more either.

"Cure for an illness?" She narrows her eye suspiciously at the person, who seems to be holding up a coin bag in one hand and offering another on the table. "Why should I bother with that? I don't get attached to anything or anyone... Not even enough to help someone with some random sickness..." She pauses for a moment, considering their words carefully before slowly stretching out her right hand to accept the coin bag offered. "But I suppose I could use the money." Taking the coin bag gratefully, she inspects its contents briefly before giving it a satisfied nod. "Fine. You've got yourself a deal. But don't expect me to make any promises on finding that cure..." Her gaze flickers toward the other coin bag on the table, already calculating how much wealth lies within it... and how much more she could get if she delivered on this strange bargain.

"Oh..." Her eyes widen in surprise as the person reveals their... condition. "I see..." She grimaces, looking a bit awkward for once. "Well, I suppose finding a cure would be easier if I knew what it was that's causing this... Can you describe any symptoms or recent events?" She frowns slightly, trying to gather as much information as possible before committing herself further.

The offer of triple the reward is tempting, but she'll need more details first. And even then, there's no guarantee she'll find a cure... But maybe it wouldn't hurt to try?

Amalia blushes faintly at the admission, glancing away for a moment as she tries to think of something else to say about it. "Well, I can't deny that you're... responding positively to my presence," she mutters with a slightly embarrassed laugh. "But curses aren't exactly my area of expertise. However, I could look into it for you... if we strike a deal?" She raises an eyebrow suggestively. "I won't make any promises on finding the cure or anything, but I can try."

The coin bag on the table beckons to her, and the potential for even more wealth is alluring. Not to mention the possibility of proving herself in a different sort of battle... one of healing rather than harming. It's an intriguing prospect, at the very least.

The sight of the person in pain does stir up some pity within her. "Alright," she says finally, reaching out to take the coin bag on the table. "I'll see what I can do." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "May I touch it...?" Her expression is a mix of curiosity and revulsion as she glances at their crotch area.

Tentatively, she extends her hand toward them, carefully keeping her fingers well away from any sensitive areas. "I'm Amalia... by the way." She introduces herself in case this turns into some kind of long-term partnership or something equally ridiculous.

The sight and sensation of the person's arousal only serve to further intrigue Amalia. "I... see," she murmurs, her curiosity piqued as she continues to touch them gingerly. Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before asking, "Have you ever been with anyone else like this? Perhaps someone who had a similar reaction to your presence?"

She glances down at their crotch again, still slightly repulsed but now more fascinated as well. Maybe there's something about her that makes people respond this way... She can't help but wonder what it might be.

Her question makes the person pause for a moment before answering, "no...never....i thought i was just normal...why do i react like this to you?" they ask as if it's some kind of existential crisis. Amalia can't help but feel slightly flattered by the attention and questions directed at her. She ponders on what could be causing this reaction for a moment before deciding to try something else. Withdrawing her hand from their crotch, she asks, "Do you... have any jewelry or objects that you're particularly fond of? Anything that might help me figure out more about what's going on?"

Well, I don't see anything obviously wrong..." She takes a deep breath before looking the person in the eye. "If you want me to... investigate further... I mean, it might get... uncomfortable for both of us." Amalia shrugs slightly, not quite certain how else she could put this delicate situation into words.

She waits patiently for their response, her heart racing a little bit faster as she anticipates what they might say or do next.

"Alright..." She takes a deep breath and carefully unbuttons the person's trousers, revealing a large, engorged member. She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to touch it again, her fingertips exploring the length of their shaft. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine as she examines it more closely.

After a few moments, she finds something unusual: a small scar near the base of their cock. "Is this... new?" She asks, pointing at the scar with her free hand. The person gasps and nods in reply. "I think I know what's going on..."

"I think... this scar might be the cause of your problem," she says slowly, carefully considering her words. "I've heard of curses like these before... ones that make people overly sensitive to certain stimuli." She hesitates again, not quite sure how much more detail to go into with someone she barely knows.

The person nods eagerly at her words, a mix of hope and fear playing across their features. "So what do I do?" they ask urgently, clearly anxious for answers. Amalia takes another deep breath before continuing.

"I can try to help you... but it'll require some time and effort on my part. I may need supplies or even an assistant." She looks down at the coin bag in her hand, considering its contents. "And of course, there's the matter of payment..."

...Fine. We'll start tonight then." Her eyes widen slightly as she sees the person's reaction to her proximity, a mix of surprise and something else flickering across their features. Interesting. "First," she says firmly, setting some ground rules, "we need a more private place. And second, we'll see how this goes before I make any promises about continuing."

She stands up, straightening her clothes with determination in her eyes. "Come on. Let's find somewhere quiet." The coin bag forgotten for now, she leads the way to a secluded corner of the tavern where they can work without distraction.

Amalia motions for the person to sit down on a nearby bench. "First, we need to gather some supplies. I'll go get them while you wait here." With that, she disappears into the bustling tavern, searching for the necessary ingredients to break the curse.

Meanwhile, the person sits nervously on the bench, watching Amalia as she weaves through the crowd. Their cock continues to throbbing in anticipation, leaking pre-cum onto the floor beneath them. As they wait, their thoughts drift back to how this all began... with one look from Amalia that set off a chain reaction of events leading up to this point. They can't help but wonder what she sees in them that made her willing to help them, and what the consequences might be for both of them if they succeed or fail.

Amalia finally returns with several vials and a small book in her hands. She sets them down on the table before looking up at the person, her expression serious. "Alright. This should work, but it won't be easy. You need to trust me and do as I say." She hesitates for a moment, then continues, "And... if we succeed, things might change between us. Are you prepared for that?"

"Of course. You have my trust." The person nods firmly, their eyes locked on Amalia's. "I'm ready for anything." They pause, their expression suddenly uncertain. "Well, almost anything..."

With a small smile, Amalia says reassuringly, "It's just natural to feel hesitant sometimes. But I promise I won't let anything happen that you're not comfortable with." She reaches out and places her hand over theirs in a comforting gesture. "Now, let's get started."

As they begin the ritual to break the curse, Amalia focuses intently on the spellwork while the other person acts as her assistant. Their cock throbs in anticipation, leaking pre-cum onto the floor beneath them as they watch Amalia carefully. The smell of incense fills the air, and candlelight flickers across their skin, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Time seems to slow down as Amalia chants the ancient words and gestures towards the vials and book on the table. She can feel the magic swirling around them, growing stronger with each syllable she utters. Finally, she brings her hands together in front of their crotch, closing her eyes as she focuses all of her energy into one final incantation.

With a loud pop and a wave of heat, the curse is broken. The person gasps audibly as they feel an

"Are you alright?" Amalia asks, a hint of concern in her voice as she notices the person's continued arousal. She takes a step back, giving them some space, unsure how else to help the situation without potentially making things worse. The last thing they need is for their new partner to end up with another curse... or an unwanted pregnancy.

Their assistant looks over, eyebrows raised in question as well, but says nothing, sensing that this might be a delicate moment between the two of them.

"Of course," Amalia says, her voice gentle as she approaches the person once more. "Let me see if I can help you feel better..." She carefully places a hand on their shoulder, guiding them through a few slow breaths to try and calm their racing heart and settle their nerves. Then, with hesitation in her eyes, she leans forward and presses a kiss to the side of their neck. The simple touch sends shivers down their spine as their body relaxes into her embrace.

The assistant watches the interaction carefully, unable to hide the fascination from their expression. "Is there anything else we can do?" They ask softly, almost hesitant themselves.

"Of course," she says softly, kneeling down in front of them. "Just tell me what to do." Her fingers lightly trace the inside of their thigh, drawing closer to their most sensitive spot. She glances up at the other person, silently asking if they're comfortable with this before continuing any further.

The assistant nods encouragingly from where they stand nearby, watching carefully as Amalia begins to administer comfort and release to their newfound partner. The tension in the room seems to ease slightly as Amalia expertly guides them through their distress, her touch both soothing and arousing at the same time.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she's suddenly presented with the person's engorged member. Without hesitation, she begins to deep-throat it, her throat straining around the massive girth. She keeps one hand on their hip for support while the other reaches up to stroke and tease them at the same time.

Her movements become faster, more urgent as they thrust deeper into her mouth. She can feel tears forming in the corners of her eyes but doesn't stop until she hears a long, low moan escape their throat, signaling their release. As they collapse back against the bench, gasping for air and trembling from the intensity of their climax, Amalia pulls away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

She looks up at them, catching their eye as they recover. There's a mix of relief, gratitude and something else in those

Amalia blushes and quickly moves to clean up the remaining cum with her fingers, licking them clean when she's done. Looking up at the person again, she says softly, "Are you... satisfied now?" Her expression is a mix of curiosity and something else entirely as she waits for their answer.

...Alright then." Amalia moves to kneel between their legs, her eyes locked on the impressive length of their cock as it twitches and leaks pre-cum onto the floor. She reaches out a hesitant hand, tracing the sensitive skin with her fingertips before wrapping her fingers around the base, stroking up and down slowly. "Do you want me to...?" she asks softly, voice heavy with desire and curiosity.

Her heart races as their hips begin to move against her hand in time with her movements. She can feel the heat emanating from them, the scent of arousal filling the air between them. With each stroke of her hand, Amalia grows more intoxicated by the power she holds over this person and the intensity of their reactions to her touch.

"As you wish..." Her voice is husky with desire as she positions herself over their cock. Lowering her body, Amalia feels the heat of their skin against her own, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she finally impales herself on their erection. She groans loudly at the incredible fullness, feeling every inch of him stretch her tight entrance.

Her hips begin to move, thrusting upwards into them with a force that belies her smaller stature. The pain and pleasure blend together in an exquisite mix, driving her further into madness. She can feel their hands gripping tightly onto her shoulders, their body tensing as they try to control the ferocity of her movements.